Friday, May 06, 2011
Mona Lisa - Two Poems
Mona Lisa, you were coy
When I met you in the Louvre.
I was hardly past a boy;
You--Mature and slick and smooth.
Now I see you just the same--
What you think, you've never told.
You seem young, with heart aflame,
Now that I am growing old.
Her subtle beauty still enchants,
Though centuries have come and gone.
But who was she, this mystery,
This ageless woman on the wall?
I wonder--did her children know
Her beauty would live after her?
And when her wrinkles came, and gray
Began to crown her, did she weep?
What kind of person lived behind
That enigmatic smile?
Was she absorbed with just herself?
Or did she love her family?
Her beauty must have gotten old--
Perhaps she even lost her teeth--
And none of it will count a bit
Upon the Lord's great, final Day.
I hope she found the Lord of all--
Yes, Jesus Christ, the One who saves.
If so, we'll get to know her well--
Her inner beauty, not just paint.
And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.
--Acts 4:12, ESV
Poem #1 ©2011 James L. Swindle. Poem #2 by JLS is public domain.